Selkiris was one of the more trustworthy eldritchs to Ebviony. Even Celeste seemed more comfortable with him. He was knowledgeable and trusted enough by the school to be a librarian. The two had been meeting up here and there when Ebviony visited the library and Selkiris wasn't busy with work. They would chat for a bit, then move on.
Right now, they were talking together at a table, catching up on each other's lives. Ebviony was writing in a notebook, drafting out an essay that was modified to accommodate the mind of a five-year-old. Their teacher always had to customize their work to progress their learning while being easy enough for them to understand.
"I'm still making my army," they continued, "but it's gonna take a long long time. It's hard because I have school and my family. I don't want to make an army and attack, then everyone I like gets hurt." They sighed, their writing becoming slower. "The eldritch that are my butterflies aren't really helping, but I know some eldritch that can help. Ecta is kind of nice, and one eldritch became part of my butter—Oh!"
They dropped their pen and looked up at Selkiris. The perfect idea had hit them. "Can you help me? I helped an eldritch called Index and he owed me a favor but I don't know what to ask him for. It knowledge stuff though so I can't ask him to kill all the bad fae for me."
Right now, they were talking together at a table, catching up on each other's lives. Ebviony was writing in a notebook, drafting out an essay that was modified to accommodate the mind of a five-year-old. Their teacher always had to customize their work to progress their learning while being easy enough for them to understand.
"I'm still making my army," they continued, "but it's gonna take a long long time. It's hard because I have school and my family. I don't want to make an army and attack, then everyone I like gets hurt." They sighed, their writing becoming slower. "The eldritch that are my butterflies aren't really helping, but I know some eldritch that can help. Ecta is kind of nice, and one eldritch became part of my butter—Oh!"
They dropped their pen and looked up at Selkiris. The perfect idea had hit them. "Can you help me? I helped an eldritch called Index and he owed me a favor but I don't know what to ask him for. It knowledge stuff though so I can't ask him to kill all the bad fae for me."